soldiers salute flags

stiff-necked, proud


politicians shake hands

white teeth, broad smiles


a mother wails in the open doorway

hands cupped to brow  


a father weeps in the far corner

back turned, bent


a ragged child stands motionless

in her bombed home, blank  


eyes stare


dusk’s frayed edges sprawl

across black and white


falling from my fingers

to scatter across my lap


defeat justice  defend  honor



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